I'm No Longer Remontant
Thus.....,
I stand apart.
Like a lonely, sentient.
Lovelorn.
Searching........
For,
I have yet to find, that bloom.
That mimics, a past loverś .......scent.
Of passion, and cold deceit.
That, tastes...... innocuous.
But is deadly to the touch.
And it's petals, have coloured... my soul.
As such I fear, I'll search, no more.
As I'm beyond ....
Caring
Anymore
Giajl © Jim Love